NaPoWriMo Day 23 : Pandora's Tarot

Dirt is found within blood and pain

And pain found within tarot cards.

Shuffle.

The fool, he makes not the king to smile

He finds himself between Vikings and vagabonds

Old man with an infant mentality

A wanderer of lady bugs in between rocks.

 

Shuffle.

Eight of cups, I pour volatile wine

Reasons why the Hierophant’s sorrows linger.

Chasing fortnights back to tomorrow

Never to yesterday.

Shuffle.

The hermit, unruly old hag

In love with the thought of being in love.

Comfortable with the thought of being alone

Walks on the path of individuality

Aloneness is not lonely.

Aloneness found within tarot cards.